Lahat ng Kabanata ng HER INSECURITY, MY TEMPTATION--MAFIA : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Matvei.I held the form for the culinary school I had enrolled Araceli into. A part of me kept telling me it wasn’t necessary, that I shouldn’t be bending shit for anyone—but fuck that.She had been so damn persistent with ignoring me, like I didn’t exist, like I was some stranger in my own house. She wasn’t talking to me, wasn’t even looking at me, and that silence…That silence was fucking with my head.It was tearing at something inside me, something I didn’t even know I had, making it impossible to think straight, to function like I normally would.Maybe this would fix it. Maybe it would make her look at me again… talk to me…The door creaked open, and I didn’t need to look to know it was Geal.“We were cut off from the trace we had on the fucker who’s been raiding your warehouses,” he said, dropping into the seat opposite me.I let the paper fall from my hand, shaking my head slowly.Never in my entire fucking life—since I became Don—has anyone managed to stay a step ahead of me.

Araceli.My head throbbed painfully as I opened my eyes; the lights were too bright, so bright that it felt like my eyes could scream from it. I squinted them tightly, shifting my body slowly against the ground, noticing the cold tiles underneath me.“The slut is awake.” I heard a deep voice say.I forced my eyes open properly, spotting a large screen placed in front of me. Loud laughter followed immediately. My gaze snapped backwards, landing on different men seated across the couches, smoke curling around them as they puffed on cigarettes and cigars. Antonio was seated directly at the center, behind me.I swallowed hard, dragging my body farther away from them instinctively, my stomach twisting painfully at the heavy scent of whatever they were smoking.“Matvei sure has great taste.” One of the men muttered, his appearance rough and filthy enough to make my skin crawl.“Ah… Ah… Ah…” The man seated at the edge of the couch interrupted mockingly. “Don Matvei, you mean.”They all burst

Araceli.My heart has been beating unevenly for the past two days. I have been locked inside this room meant for dogs. It’s very dark; I can’t even see a single strand of sunlight from in here. My hands are roughly chained against the wall.The only way I know it’s been two days is because they serve me dry bread and water three times a day. I tried pulling my hands away from the chained wall for the umpteenth time, but it only left more bruises wrapped around my wrists.Heat has been prickling down my skin nonstop, and I wish I could block my nose from smelling anything at all. The room had a horrible odor oozing from every corner, mixed with the stench of animal dung piled by the side. I had thrown up so much that it felt like my intestines were about to spill out of me.Right now, I am tired, drained, and mentally exhausted.My mind keeps replaying the conversation Antonio had with Matvei. They all made me watch it. The guards had slapped me multiple times, my cheeks still carrying

Matvei.I cocked my gun, checking the bullets before slipping it into my waistband. My men bowed their heads to me as they walked into their SUVs. I’m not stupid enough to believe Antonio might not start a war.The fucker was obviously looking for someone who would suck his dick.I nodded once at Geal, who stood by the side, watching and observing me quietly. Shit. Whatever was going on in his messed-up head was none of my fucking business. My fucking business was in the hands of another man, and it was driving me insane.My head kept spinning in different fucking directions, filled with stupid thoughts of what they might have done to her already.“Aye, Geal. Come here.” Dmitri called out to Geal. He had left Italy immediately he heard Araceli was kidnapped, and for some reason, I think he had been side-eyeing me for it.“Matvei, how dare you arrange for a truce without informing me?!” I heard my father say behind me, his footsteps echoing against the silent chatter of my men.I ignor

Araceli.“I’m-I’m fine.” His voice was lower now and his face looked much paler. “Stop fucking crying.”I shook my head, watching Dmitri carry him into the car.My hands flew to my mouth as another sob broke out of me.I quickly entered the car beside them, settling Matvei’s head carefully on my lap. Dmitri rushed to the driver’s seat, roaring the engine to life before racing out of the area.I noticed all the other SUVs speeding after us immediately.I looked down again, meeting Matvei’s eyes on me.He was staring directly at me.My breath hitched painfully, but it did nothing to stop the tears rolling heavily down my cheeks.“I’m sorry… I caused this.” I muttered, my voice cracking weakly between the words.Matvei slightly squinted his eyes, his face showing almost nothing despite the pain he had to be feeling.My trembling hands brushed over the blood pouring out from the bullet wounds.Antonio had shot Matvei twice and I stood there watching it happen.“S-stop fucking crying.” His